Words by Kirk Irvin
Pictures by Martin Ried
After some time of surfing beautiful but crowded waves in the vicinity around Taghazout we decided to pack the car and head far off for some new and hopefully empty waves. After 1 night of camping in a valley we woke to find the waves more closing out and not as we hoped for so we jumped back in the car and heading down the road in search. We had heard of 1 wave that maybe could work with the swell direction and winds we were getting. So with nothing but that in mind we headed for the area it might be. After parking the car in the rockiest village we could find, we asked the locals and heard there was a wave 30 minutes walk from here. Vehicles of our sort weren’t designed for such adventures so with a hope of surf we threw everything on our shoulders and headed West.
The winds proved a fun test of our ability to fly as we held tight through valleys of wind tunnels. Trying to throw us off the edge of the cliff as we held tents, clothes, boards, food & water. Pretty soon we were heading out of the wind and down the cliff. As we headed around the headland we could see clean lines building in the distance. Breaking nice where we first saw but around the headland we wanted to see. The potential gold awaiting us. Another walk through scrub and dry forests and we soon came to an opening in the cliff… Pumping! One of the most beautiful right hand point breaks you could hope fore. 2 guys were already in the water sharing wave after wave and as we paddled out for a much needed splash we were greeted with a tranquil good times vibe. Surfing the most clean faces with your friends after a day trip searching. It was decided that we would spend the next 4 days of swell here.
Home base was established in a beautiful open area overlooking the wave. With minimal damage to the environment we thought this would be an appropriate area. The next morning after waking to more pumping 5-6ft waves we surfed our heads off then retreated to the base for a well earnt breakfast. Now that basecamp was established we needed supplies. So 2 of us headed back to the car to make a deal with the locals to watch our car for 2 euro per day…….not bad. Then a quick trip to the supermarket 30,000 miles away and we had our supplies for the next leg. As we returned to the campsite we were greeted by a new member of the family. Gunta, our new dog. One of a few that walk the areas. But Gunta was a clean polite dog that only enjoyed our presence. So he stayed for our time here and slept in a camping style made doghouse. Matze really befriended him and was for sure his unofficial owner.
Days were spent chilling in the camp watching set after set of pumping surf. Super compensation is the key to a successful trip so 3 surfs per day were enough. The days brought locals that have the area wired and enjoyed surfing with you. The afternoons were where the magic happened. As the wave is difficult to reach the afternoons were spent empty with no body but 4 Germans an Aussie and Gunta. Being able to sit out in the line up and call your mate Patrick into his first proper pumping 6-7ft wave was just as epic for me as it was for him. Some of the sunset sessions were a bit too big for my mates so it was magical to spend hours watching the red and pink explosion of the sunsets while surfing wave after wave of empty lines. Exhaustion was setting in quick after two sessions of surfing, and then paddling wave after wave of 6-8ft sets with no time to sit and rest because another beautiful wave is approaching… and its looking just too good to pass up. These are the sessions that remind us why we surf.
Our 3 course meals consisted of black coffee and noodles followed by a delicious treat of principal biscuits. Tune and pasta with vegetables were the gourmets of the day….each day. But the last night was decided that a special meal should be prepared. So we headed to the nearest town to sought some fish from a dealer. Fish was running low so demand was high and therefore price. but our need for fish was too overwhelming. With lemon and garlic and vegetables and potatoes we set the fire and master chef Jo began doing what he does while we surfed 1 more empty sunset session with pumping surf. The feast could not be better and the last of the whisky was well deserved. An appropriate finish to a well deserved surf mission.
After 4 of the most chill beautiful sunny days with a bag of photos and sun stroked faces we needed to head back closer to the airport for our unfortunate departures in separate directions. Packing the campsite up became almost emotional as it felt like home after this short time. It didn’t help that Gunta then proceeded to follow us the whole way back to the car. Saying goodbye to the little guy was nice and hopefully we can bump into him again in the future. After paying the 8 euro with some well deserved tips and chocolate for the kids, we jumped back in the car and headed off with a hope of return in the future. for sure Pumping… All day.